What this blog needs is a little drama. And so I offer “alma’s” comment on this post from 2005. As you can see, I felt like leaving “alma” a little comment of my own since her email address was fake and I wasn’t able to email her directly. Seriously, what kind of moron leaves comments like that on a perfect stranger’s blog? I’ll tell you what kind: a coward. I can’t stand a coward. If you want to insult me, at the very least, leave me your actual email address and your blog address and, what the heck, your social security number.
So, last night, the face-numbing drugs finally wore off at about 7:30 p.m. . . . at the moment I realized I had sensation in my face again, I was in a racquetball court with my 4-year old daughter who thought that throwing the ball and then flinging her body to the floor was the very pinnacle of hilarity. I played my own private game of keep-away . . . whenever I got my hands on the ball, I hit it to the wall until she’d grab it again. We only stayed in that room for twenty minutes–the rest of the hour we pranced around the track, drank from the drinking fountain, watched kids swimming in the pool before we sat down to watch the last fifteen minutes of Judo.
When my daughter sits on my lap, her fuzzy curls are right in my face and if I move to one side, she moves that way, too. If I move to the other, she veers. Then she wiggles and squirms and leans and frankly, it’s very unpleasant as she is not a cuddly, still child. So, I did not enjoy holding her bony butt as I perched on the hard metal bench while she threw herself toward the floor, depending on me to stop her from cracking her skull open.
However, we were home before the college championship football game was over, so I was able to catch the last minutes of Florida State wiping up the floor with Ohio, which was rather delightful because our youth pastor (who is from Ohio) has been insufferable all fall as he’s boasted about his team. I think I speak for many of us when I say that we look forward to harassing Jeremy and taunting him with the same measure of venom that he has taunted us (and when I say “us”, I mean a random collection of us, we know who we are). All in good fun! Gotta root for the underdog, you know. (GO BOISE!) Most of you are looking around wondering what I’m talking about. Okay, moving away from football and onto other topics.
Uh, other topics.
Weather: We had a storm today, one of those blustery, rain-beating-sideways, cold, please-trees-don’t-fall kind of storms. The stars are visible tonight, but supposedly, snow is falling somewhere in this area (but not at my house) and then tomorrow, our high temperature is supposed to be thirty. Which is cold for those of us with webbed toes who live in the rainy Pacific Northwest.
Television shows: Only five days until “24” starts! “Apprentice” . . . how annoying is that Frank guy? Will “The View” survive the Rosie/Trump/Barbara Walters debacle?
Today’s lunch: Canned tuna. Triscuits with melted cheese. Walnuts. Orange. Diet Coke.
Reading: Pat Conroy’s Prince of Tides. (For the second time.)
Last movie seen: “Children of Men.” Disappointing, but I ordered the P.D. James book to read, hoping to redeem the experience.
Tolerance for anonymous commenters: Zero.
What I did today: Oversaw math, grammar, literature, history, science, art lessons. Babysat two kids. Answered a ton of email (except for those who don’t leave an address, YES, I MEAN YOU, ALMA). Washed laundry. Dried laundry. Cooked dinner (chicken, roasted potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes). Exercised 45 minutes. Shopped for groceries.
People I like: Everyone but “alma,” Osama bin Laden and Borat.
What I’m wearing: Ralph Lauren khaki-colored denim pants, long-sleeve t-shirt with tiny black, brown and khaki stripes. Tan sweater from Lands End.
Why I allow stupid comments on this blog: I must be bored. Also, sometimes I like to provoke people who sit in judgment of me because oddly, I find those dimwitted people amusing to watch when they realize they just threw a rock at the wrong target. And, also, this is a fair and balanced blog where we offer the opposition a chance to make fools of themselves at no extra charge.